It was mid afternoon when we arrived and the streets were bustling. I asked a passerby where we could get information, explaining that we were new in town, which was basically true. He pointed us towards what he called the information building where the tourists gathered for tours. We thanked him and quickly made our way there.
Unfortunately the building required an entry fee of twenty rubaks per person. We didn't have any and were promptly asked to make way for paying customers. Well, that didn't deter us long. Westland found a back entry way where we spotted a group of females lined up. One of the girls explained that they were job applicants. Well, that served our purpose, we could gain access and maybe score some employment out of the deal. We waited among the girls until a gentleman in black form fitting robes let us in.
As the other applicants waited patiently in the waiting room, we decided to look around. This section of the building seemed to be isolated from the area the tourists were. There were plenty of rooms though, we found equipment rooms carrying what I believe were cameras and recording devices, next to it were a couple of monitoring stations. Another area held different uniforms and a space which resembled a locker room for changing and showering.
"What are you two doing here?" asked a voice as soon as we stepped out.
We were shocked but I quickly responded, "Sorry, we had to go to the washroom..."
The speaker was a tall man with a trim body, neatly combed black hair and goatee. The black matches the black spikes that were tattooed all over his body. He looked us over then spoke, "The boss will see you now."
We followed the employee through another corridor into a larger office space. Inside was what passed for an office woman on this planet. Her hair was tied up into a neat bun behind her head, she wore plastic spectacles and her robe was tied neatly and tightly around her body, covering her from the the neck down to the knees. She sat casually in a egg shaped lounge chair with one leg over the other and a digital stylus in her hand. "I thought we were done with the interviews, Branag," she stated.
"Found two more who got a little lost," Branag replied.
"Very well then," she then addressed us, "What are your names?"
"I'm, um, Linda, and this is Kari," I announced. There was little time to think up common names and we didn't exactly know what was a normal sounding name here anyways.
"Never heard of names like that..." the boss thought out loud, "I like them... very... exotic..." she gave us a look over much the same as Branag had done earlier, "Well, get on with it, take off your clothes."
We looked at the woman before us and then to each other. "Well, come on ladies, how can I decide if you're fit for the job unless I see your bodies? What kind of sex tourism would I be running if the workers don't get naked once and a while?"
"Uh... I think we may have come to the wrong place..." I start out. My face went a little pink at the thought of exposing myself here. We didn't want any trouble but I wasn't sure I wanted to strip down when there were other options.
The blonde reached into her robe and pulled out two pieces of paper, "Twenty rubaks each for the interview alone, just like the ad said. You sure you're in the wrong place?"
I looked to Westland and she shrugged. If anything we'd have enough to pay the entrance fee. I finally decided, what the hell? It's not like we were going to be staying long anyways, why not give them a little show? "Just drop the robes and we get paid?" I asked. She nodded.
It was going to be a pain to put back on again, but I undid the knots and let the fabric fall to the ground, my tigerstripes were exposed for the business woman to see. She stood up and approached me, caressing my skin and sending shivers down my spine. I was beginning to feel my arousal pick up. "Such beautiful skin," she appraised, "and your breasts are so soft and round..." she gave me a little pinch and a let out a little yelp. "You have a most impressive body, Linda was it? Please, continue."
"Uh... continue?" I didn't know what she meant. She went back to her chair and pressed a few buttons on the armrest. The ground behind me opened up and a strange apparatus rose from underneath. It was a chair that had some alterations made to it so that the armrests resembled arms positioned to cup the sitter's chest. I looked again to Westland for advice. I couldn't tell exactly what her signal meant, but I took it as a "Don't look at me, it's your call." I sat down. The device responded to my weight immediately. The hands came 'alive' and began to grope my bosom. It grasped and pinched and tweaked and got me hot and bothered. I gasped at the sensual feel of the animatronic fingers, grasping them with my own hands. I was really getting into it, moving my body like and aroused sex kitten, which is what I felt like. It took me by complete surprise when a third hand reached for my pussy. I looked down and realized it was another part of the chair feeling me up. The hand rubbed my labia and fingered my clit, not paying attention to the juices it was squeezing out. Two fingers invaded me and twisted around. I felt the fingers probe, searching out a spot... my g-spot it turned out. Another few seconds and I would have been enjoying a massive climax. Unfortunately, it was then that the business woman decided to end the interview.
"You're hired," she said after I realized the machine had been shut off. "Next?"
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